My sin began growing,
I now feel mirror deep,
Pregnant and tired,
Unable to no more weep,
Moaning and groaning,
Just Beginning,
Not knowing,
A saviour, I await,
In untimely contemplate.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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